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In this chapter, Azzura goes from one awkward situation to another, and Lily continues to scheme about the bet she made with Misty. They mess with James, and then someone unexpected shows up at the end.

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I was sitting in McGonagall's throne-like chair that centered the faculty table in the Great Hall. I was ringing my hands together feeling terribly flushed. I stared out at the house tables which were practically empty – when I realized there were seven or less boys at each table.

"Alright, quiet down, so you can hear about our lovely bachelorette." Lily stood beside me amplifying her voice with her wand. "This is Azzura, she's fun, she's Italian, She's from New York and she has an incredible talent in divination. Can any of you see a future with this stunning seer?"

For a second there was dead – silence and I was sure there would be laughter to follow. I scanned the tables looking to see if anyone would stand up for me.

All I got was Lysander Scamander, who stood, and raised his hand. James was sitting next to him. As soon as we made eye contact – he pushed Lysander causing the blonde to fall backwards over the bench with a loud thud.

"Azzura?" I heard a faint voice. "Are you alright?"

I winced at the bright light flooding over my face. "I think so." I blocked the sun from my eyes with my forearm and saw Fae standing over me. "Fae? What time is it?"

She helped me up from the floor. "It's around 6:30 in the morning. You fell out of bed."

"Oh," I rubbed my lower back. "I'm sorry about that. I woke you up – didn't I?"

She smiled. "It's alright, at least now I don't have to fight Misty for the shower."

"Ah, smart idea." I yawned. "Mind if I brush my teeth first?"

"I don't mind at all." She said from her trunk.

She pulled out a towel and her outfit for the day. I watched her lay out her clothes on her bed – still adjusting to being up so early.

"Come, before I lose my chance," Fae whispered. She stood in front of me with her towel thrown over her shoulder and her toothbrush in hand.

Once I was done getting myself together, I dragged myself down to the common room to wait for Lily.

….

"Azzura!"

I felt as if I had taken a fast steep fall, when I opened my eyes to the bustling common room.

"Are you okay?" Lily sat next to me on one of the sofas.

"Yeah…" I groaned. "I fell out of bed this morning because I had a weird dream – thanks to you." I sat up.

"Here, let me fix your bow." Lily reached for the ribbon I had in my hair.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"So… What did you dream about that I was responsible for?"

"I had a dream you auctioned me off to all the male quidditch players in front of the Great Hall."

"Any luck in dreamland?"

"Lysander seemed to be the only one that looked as though he was going to put me out of my misery, but your brother pushed him, and he fell over the bench they were sitting at."

Lily's face came back into view and she knelt facing me on the sofa. "And did James take you?"

"Your brother is not 'taking' me." I scrunched my face at her. "What's with you trying to hook me up with your brother – yah little sick-o?" I stared at her pretty freckled face.

She looked down at the floor. "I'm not, it's just – I don't know. He acts different around you."

"Yeah? Most of the time we're arguing – that's a good kind of different, to you?"

"My mum told me that my Uncle Ron argued with my Aunt all the time before they dated."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever you say, Lils, let's head down to breakfast before I fall asleep again."

"Yeah, I'm just surprised there's not red lipstick all over the sofa with the way you were knocked out," she laughed.

"It's not all over my face is it?" I spun on my heels to see her.

"You think I'd fix your bow first, if you had a face full of smudged lipstick?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

I sat at the Ravenclaw table smearing jam and butter on my toast while listening to Lily explain her plan about the bet she made on my love life.

"So I was thinking, there are a lot of single guys on the quidditch team. The trick is finding one that would strike your fancy, who would fancy you back." Lily babbled while holding a small piece of parchment in her hand. "And if anything – I can tell my brothers about the bet and one of them can pretend to date you. Or they can get one of their teammates to take you to the ball."

I put my toast back onto my plate and turned to look at the tiny redhead next to me. "Lily?"

"Hmm," She drank from her goblet.

"Did you ever have one of those days when you are just so cranky that everything bothers you?"

"No," She set her goblet down on the table.

"Hey! I was just going to talk to you and Albus," Lily cheerily said towards my direction but the comment was not directed to me.

I turned around and there was James eating my toast. "What about," He managed between chews.

"This is not a good morning for you to be stealing my food, Potter." I glared at him.

"I'm sorry, but it looked so sad being ignored on your plate." He smirked.

"I was listening to your crazy little sister."

He sat down next to me and slid my plate in front of him. "Well, she is the family Ravenclaw," He shrugged. "So what are you up to little one?" He asked while spreading butter on another piece of toast.

"I made a bet with Misty. It will make Azzura look good, give me a decent amount of prize money and guarantee Medusa's silence until she's out of this place for good." Lily flashed him one of her evil smirks.

"So, sounds like a sure thing." He nodded. "Okay, Seer Di Psychopath, say 'ahhh'."

I turned my head to see what he was talking about and suddenly there was a piece of toast shoved in my mouth.

I took a bite, and tore the piece of toast out of his hand. "What was that?"

"I stole your toast, so I gave you mine." He smiled.

"Give a girl a warning, Potter." I chuckled. "I could have choked."

"Well, I did tell you to say 'ahhh'. Technically that's a warning, Di Napoli." He tilted his head at me.

"Besides I'm not a child, I can feed myself, thank you." I took another bite of toast as if to prove my point. "A little heavy on the jam; by the way," I smiled.

"And here I thought the one I took needed more." His eyes flickered from me to his sister who sat un-characteristically quiet on the other side of me. "What are you writing?" James reached over my head. "You're not even in class yet, and you're taking notes." He laughed to himself.

"James! No, that's not for you!" Lily reached over my plate, causing me to lean backwards.

"What is this?" James read off Lily's parchment as he swatted her reaching hands away.

"It's nothing!"

He glanced over the small torn piece of parchment, first looking at me, and then to his flustered little sister. "Lily," He said sternly, mashing his lips together. "Hallway, now."

She stopped reaching over my breakfast, and nodded at him.

"We'll be right back," He said to me while resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Come on, mini-Ginny, let's go." James waited for Lily to walked passed him before following her out of the Great Hall.

While James and Lily were out in the entrance hall, I pulled my Herbology paper out of my book-bag. I walked up to the faculty table and looked around for Professor Longbottom.

"Good morning, Professor." I said to him.

"Azzura, good morning," He smiled at me. "What can I do for you?"

"I finished my essay last night and I was wandering if you could look it over for me."

"Absolutely," He wiped his hands on a napkin and took my rolled up parchment. "Did you have any difficulties?"

"The third plant, I identified." I tucked my hair behind my ears. "I wrote about three possible maladies it could have had, because it wasn't very clear to me with the combination of its actual afflictions and the fact that it should be separated from other plant life."

"I can tell you, so far, you're correct, but I'll read it and give you a few notes. You can pick it up from my office after lunch."

"Thanks, Professor Longbottom," I nodded and went back to my house table.

Actually on time for Ancient Runes, I chose a two seated desk in the middle of the right side of the classroom. I took out my textbook, quills, ink and parchment out of my bag and stacked them onto my desk.

"Sorry, we never came back."

I nearly fell off my chair. "Potter," I put my hand to my chest. "Someone's gotta put a bell on you."

"So do you know what my meddling little sister was up to?" He asked, sitting in the seat next to me.

"She made a really stupid bet against Medusa and I know she was scheming about that this morning."

"She had every available guy on the quidditch teams listed by house and year." He stated while thrumming his fingers on the desk.

"And…" I smirked. "You're disturbed by this how?"

"She's my baby sister," He scratched the back of his neck. "I thought you and her had the 'boys' and 'dating' conversation." He hung his head. "I figured if she was going to listen to anyone she'd listen to you."

He doesn't get it… but why didn't Lily tell him she made the list for me?

"So how does that make her meddling?"

"She even wrote next to mine and Al's teams – ask insert brother's name, for assistance."

"What do you think that means?"

"She's trying to mess with our teams."

"You think Lily is going to seduce either a player for yours or Albus' quidditch teams?"

He took off his glasses and dragged his hands down his face. "Ugh, Di Napoli, don't use those terms when it comes to her."

I laughed. "Potter, you have no clue what's really going on."

James was silent on our way to our double Transfiguration class.

"Hey, can I borrow your notes from last period?" He asked as we stepped into the classroom.

"Sure, why?" I put my book-bag onto a desk in the back of the classroom.

"Because I kept getting distracted – I have half drawn symbols and notes that seem to be about ones that I didn't even attempt to put down on my parchment."

I pulled out my parchment from last class."Okay, but if you lose them I'll stupefy you into next Tuesday."

"Message received," He grinned, taking the notes out of my hand.

"James!" A familiar voice called across the room.

Lysander was waving from an empty two seated desk.

"James, over here," He gestured to the seat next to him.

"Nah, mate, I'm going to sit with Azzura."

"No, he's not. He'll be right over." I called out to Lysander.

"When did you start speaking on my behalf?" James muttered at me.

"Since you were about to ditch your best friend, who was saving you a seat. So you can sit with me only to annoy me by asking extremely personal questions about your sister." I waved at Lysander smiling at him.

"Alright class," The professor walked into the room. "We will be turning frying pans into geese today."

Lysander was able to turn his pan into a goose after three tries.

I succeeded after five attempts.

James however… was having trouble.

So I decided to have some fun of my own.

James articulated the spell and flicked his wand at the pan. It almost turned into a goose, but it was flat – so I flicked my own wand from underneath my desk. The frying pan turned into a duck. He tried again… duck. Again .. duck. And it went on like that for the rest of the class time.

I giggled to myself as we were dismissed from class and James was still extremely frustrated and baffled about how his frying pan kept turning into a duck.

...

I saw Lily over at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, talking to Albus.

"Hey," I smiled as I stepped beside her. "You have to hear what I did in Transfiguration today."

"What?" They both asked.

"We were turning frying pans into geese and James couldn't get it. So I entertained myself and the rest of the class by turning his unsuccessful geese into ducks."

They both chuckled.

"I'm sure he's in a great mood then?" Albus asked.

"No actually," I looked at Lily. "You know, he thinks that list you made was for you?"

"Yes," Her eyes ducked my gaze. "I was going to tell him about the bet, but you guys were acting so cute at breakfast – I figured I wouldn't have to say anything."

"Well," I cleared my throat. "He's making himself sick thinking that the 'baby' is suddenly boy crazy."

"Why does he worry about me so much?" Lily asked her green-eyed brother. "It's like I have two and a half dads."

"Who's the half?" Albus questioned.

"You, when act like James." Lily scoffed, and grabbed my hand. "Come on, Azzura, let's sit at our house table."

We passed James entering the Great Hall on our way to our table.

"Hey, Potter!" I called out to him. "Have fun playing duck, duck goose in Transfiguration today?"

His face dropped and then scrunched into a scowl. "That was you?"

Lily and I giggled as we kept walking to the Ravenclaw table.

I walked out of the Great Hall heading to Professor Longbottom's office to collect my paper. I got down one hallway when I got the feeling I was being followed.

"If you're going to follow me – at least be good company, Potter." I announced to the empty hallway.

He stepped out from behind a statue and fell into stride beside me. "You are one tough witch to sneak up on."

"Seer," I tapped my temple. "Remember?"

"I thought it didn't work like that?"

"My powers are acting funny lately – I think they're changing."

"That's good, right? That's the reason McGonagall recruited you – to further develop your talent and all." He ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So where are you going?" He adjusted his glasses.

"I asked Professor Longbottom to look at a paper I wrote for his class. So I'm picking it up before nap time."

"Don't we have History of Magic together next period?"

"Like I said nap time," I smiled.

He chuckled, "Yeah, it's even more boring when you live with first-hand accounts of anything in recent years."

"How do you think I feel – when I have had visions past what your parents experienced?"

"Good point – so it sucks even more for you," He smirked.

I knocked on the office door as we stopped in front the office labeled 'Herbology – Longbottom, N.'

The door opened and the professor stood before us in the entry way. "Miss Di Napoli," He smiled gently at me. "And my nephew – James, not getting into trouble are we?" He addressed the boy standing behind me.

"No trouble, Uncle Neville." James said over my shoulder. "Unless, you count walking in the hallway with the new girl trouble," There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Considering what kind of student she is – I have trouble picturing Miss Di Napoli as a trouble maker."

"So do you have any notes or suggestions for me?" I asked.

"No, I don't." He smiled. "I'm actually going to keep it and hand it back with the others. It was an excellent paper – I couldn't think of any notes. Congratulations, on your first O in Hogwarts." He patted me on the shoulder. "And I'm awarding Ravenclaw ten house points for your …"

All the images of my visions I've had involving Professor Longbottom flickered through my mind. My head felt like it was going to explode and the whole castle began to spin round and round, faster and faster.

"Uncle Neville, your hand!" James yelled. "Let her go."

The spinning stopped along with the images when the professor took his hand off my shoulder. When my vision cleared I realized I was on the floor in James' arms.

"I'll tell Professor Binns you won't be in class. Take her to the infirmary." Professor Longbottom instructed.

They helped me up to my feet. "Azzura," James sounded unsure of something. "Can you walk?"

"Yes," I shook my head. "Happens all the time," I walked ahead of him and the professor. "Remember?"

"Still take her to the infirmary." Professor Longbottom told James.

"So Azzura the All Seeing – what'd you see?"

"New nickname?" I smirked.

"It's been added to the list." He nodded.

"I don't honestly know what happened – he touched my shoulder and every vision I have had about him and his family came back at once."

"Have you ever met someone you've have had so many visions about before?"

"No, but I've met him before in class."

"But did you shake hands or something then?"

"No – you're right, it must be the physical contact."

"Yeah, it seemed like that's what brought it on."

"Can't imagine what'd it be like when I meet your.."

"Dad?" James questioned next to me.

His attention was focused down the hallway on a very familiar looking middle age man with glasses and dark messy hair.